As far as I was concerned, he didn’t even look my way that afternoon, unperturbed, it seemed, by Millie’s loud cries of ‘Snap!’ We left soon after because I had to get Millie back to her school by six o’clock, in time for dinner at seven. Even though I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, my mind returned again and again to the man I’d seen in the park and I found myself pretending that he wasn’t married, that he had noticed me and had fallen in love with me and planned to return to the park the following Sunday in the hope of seeing me again. I hadn’t fantasised about a man in such a way since I was a teenager and it made me realise how much I was beginning to despair of ever getting married and having a family. Although I was devoted to Millie, I had always imagined that by the time she came to live with me I would have children of my own, so she would become a part of my family rather than my sole family. I loved her dearly, but the thought of the two of us growing old together on our own filled me with dread.
The following week, the day the band was playing in the park, I didn’t see Jack until he walked up to where Millie was dancing by herself in front of the bandstand, her arms around a partner only she could see. At such times, the emotions Millie provoked in me were often hard to deal with. While I was fiercely proud of her, that she had managed to master the steps she was performing, I was also fiercely protective, and when I heard someone laughing behind me I had to remind myself that their laughter was probably kind and that even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t affect Millie’s enjoyment of what she was doing. But the urge to stand up and bring her back to her seat was so strong that I hated myself for it, and for just about the first time I found myself wishing that Millie was ordinary. Images flashed through my mind of how our lives—my life—could have been and it was as I was quickly blinking away the tears of frustration which had filled my eyes that I saw Jack making his way towards Millie.
At first, I didn’t recognise him and, thinking he was going to ask Millie to sit back down, I got to my feet, ready to intervene. It was only when I saw him bowing to her and holding out his hand that I realised he was the man I’d been dreaming about all week. By the time he brought Millie back to her seat two dances later, I’d fallen in love with him.
‘May I?’ he asked, indicating the chair next to me.
‘Yes, of course.’ I smiled at him gratefully. ‘Thank you for dancing with Millie, it was very kind of you.’
‘The pleasure was all mine,’ he said gravely. ‘Millie is a very good dancer.’
‘Nice man!’ Millie said, beaming at him.
‘Jack.’
‘Nice Jack.’
‘I really should introduce myself properly.’ He held out his hand. ‘Jack Angel.’
‘Grace Harrington,’ I said, shaking it. ‘Millie’s my sister. Are you here on holiday?’
‘No, I live here.’ I waited for him to add ‘with my wife and children’ but he didn’t, so I stole a look at his left hand and when I saw that he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring I felt such a rush of relief I had to remind myself it didn’t mean anything. ‘And you? Are you and Millie visiting London?’
‘Not really. I live in Wimbledon but I often bring Millie here at weekends.’
‘Does she live with you?’
‘No, she boards at her school during the week. I try and see her most weekends, but as I travel a lot for my job it’s not always possible. Fortunately, she has a wonderful carer who steps in when I can’t be with her. And our parents do, of course.’
‘Your job sounds exciting. Can I ask what you do?’
‘I buy fruit.’ He looked at me quizzically. ‘For Harrods.’
‘And the travelling?’
‘I source fruit from Argentina and Chile.’
‘That must be interesting.’
‘It is,’ I agreed. ‘What about you?’
‘I’m a lawyer.’
Millie, bored with our conversation, tugged at my arm. ‘Drink, Grace. And ice cream. I hot.’
I smiled apologetically at Jack. ‘I’m afraid I have to go. Thank you again for dancing with Millie.’
‘Perhaps you would let me take you and Millie to tea?’ He leant forward so that he could see Millie sitting on the other side of me. ‘What do you think, Millie? Would you like some tea?’
‘Juice,’ Millie said, beaming at him. ‘Juice, not tea. Don’t like tea.’
‘Juice it is, then,’ he said, standing up. ‘Shall we go?’
‘No, really,’ I protested. ‘You’ve been too kind already.’
‘Please. I’d like to.’ He turned to Millie. ‘Do you like cakes, Millie?’
Millie nodded enthusiastically. ‘Yes, love cake.’
‘That’s decided then.’